Rensselaer Republican, Volume 23, Number 15, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 December 1890 — Hundreds of Rough Men Moved By a Devoted Father’s Love. [ARTICLE]

Hundreds of Rough Men Moved By a Devoted Father’s Love.

Once I knew a working man—a potter by trade—who had one small in* valid child at home. He wrought at his trade with exemplary fidelity, being always in the shop with the opening of the day. He managed, however to bear each evening to the bedside of the “wee lad,” as he called him. a flower, or a bit of ribbon, a fragment of crimson glass—indeed, any thing that would lie out on the white counterpane, and gave a color in the room. He was a quiet, unsentimental Scotchman, but never went he home at nightfair without some toy or trinket, showing that he had remembered the wan face that lit up so when he came in. I presume he never sa’.d to a living soul that he loved that sick boy so much; still he went on patiently loving him. And by and by he moved that whole shop into positively real but unconscious, fellowship with him. The workmen made curious little jars and tea cups upon their wheels, and painted dimininutive pictures down their sides, before they struck them in corners of the kiln at burning time. One brought some fruit m the bulge of his apron, and another brought some ens gravings in a rude’ scrap book. Not one of them all whispered a word, for this solemn thing was not to be talked about. They put them in the old man’s hat where he found them;' so be understood all about it And I tell you Seriously that entire pottery, full of men of rather coarse fiber by nature, grew quiet as the month drifted, becoming gentle and kind, and soine of the ungovernable ones stopped swearing, as the weary look On their patient fellow worker’s face told them beyond any mistake that the inevitable shadow was drawing nearer. Every day.tfbw, somebody did a piece of his work for him, and put it upon the sanded plank to dry; thus he could come later and go earlier. So, when the bell tolled, and the little caffin came out of the door of the lowly house, right around the corner, out of sight, there stood a hundred stalwart workingmen from the pottery, with their clean clothes on, most of whom gave a half day of time for the privilege of taking off their hats to the simple procession filing in behind it and following across the village green to its grave that small burden of a child, which not one of them had ever seen with his own eyes. It you want a manS pandjd opinion of you make him angry and you’ll get'it. Before the use of Prlokly Ain Bitten became general throughout the South and West, it was a fearful dose of "Blue Mass” and daily doses of quinine that was forced down the throats of sufferers 1 from all malarial troubles. In place of such obnoxious, harrowing curatives, Prickly Asb Bitters, with its mild, soothing action now holds supreme sway, and after one trial its use, when necessary, it forever established. You who have sick headaches, sour stomachs, diseased lives oi kidneys, can do no better than to give it* a trial '